In my teens and twenties I could hookup with a dozen Big Black Cocks each night of the Cincinnati Kool Jazz Festival.My favorite encounter was with a ...all 40ish year old black man I met while cruising on the Taylor-Southgate bridge. This guy oozed SEX, he was 6'5", skinny, bald, and dark black skin. As he got closer I bent over as if I were stretching, he stopped and pulled my shorts down to my ankles and began kissing and licking my white phat ass near the end of the bridge walkway in a highly. You needed more. You kiss her softly knowing that was a mistake you could not take. Her eyes told you that she was yours. Again you kissed her soft except this time she told you “don’t…” She was right. Trying to clear your head you thought of your wife asleep. You help her off the floor and walk her to the bathroom. You start the water and tell her to get in. You shut the glass watching the water run down her body. If you watched you might never leave. You walked out to the bedroom. . Mike slowly inched further and further into her incredibly tight pussy. He could not believe how tight she was. Her warm folds clinging to his cock was driving him crazy. He wanted to just thrust deep into her, and fuck her like he fucked Irina, but he was refraining for fear of hurting her. Lycinia was biting her lip the look on her face a combination of pleasure and pain. Mike asked if she was okay she said she was. As he continued to move slowly in and out moving a little further. Listening for a moment she heard it again. It sounded like a man, like him. She opened the door and stared in utter shock at the scene in front of her. Antonio was laid back on the couch with Madison between his legs. His shirt lay open exposing his bare chest, heaving for breath she was clearly sucking out of him. She watched as his cock disappeared in and out of her lips. Glistening with her spit and his pre cum. His head was resting on the pillows behind him with his eyes closed. Lacey.